So now you know all my secrets,
I want out, I know I don’t need this.
Can you find me friends that don’t rank me on what I’ve been through?
The more battle scars the more attention it gets you,
Don’t tell the others but it’s all getting old,
I mean how many more times must our stories be told?
And being lonely’s only fun in a group,
It sort of loses it’s charm when it’s true.